I conducted a choral concert today, and had the overwhelming experience of First-Person Empty-Center that conducting brings. You stand up there with all those faces of the choir in front of you, and your arms, wide apart, seem to hold them all. And you are somehow "sourcing" its occurring, yet doing nothing and being nothing - when you remind them to look at you, you have to remind yourself, "For them, there's something here to look at." And then there is clapping, and taking a bow, and who is here being acknowledged? Who did that? It remains a mystery, sometimes even uncomfortably so. Jan.